My secret is made of a knot in my stomach, Twisting and jerking, And then relaxing and settling With the thumps of my heart beat. I found it in the storage of my emotions, tingling with excitement to be found. My secret can make me do embarrassing things, my secret controls me like a puppeteer, the strings tugging on me and yet pulling my mouth shut, careful not to let the string loose. If I lost my secret the warmth and color would drain from my body and I would be stuck in a wet, cold, and dark hole.
-Madeleine, Grattan Elementary